Daniel looked up. He paused. He took his glasses off, rubbed at his eyes with his forearm, and put them back on, as if he wasn't sure if he was seeing what he thought he was seeing.

If he hadn't dozed off in the middle of the lab, Daniel was looking at a dead person. Who was talking to him. He discreetly pinched himself. Nope, not asleep. There really was a walking corpse across the table. His first instinct wasn't to run. It was to look down at the table, to make sure that the body was actually still there and not up and running around. And had apparently changed species.

Daniel had to admit it. Stacy finally stumped him. He'd been prepared to see everything in the universe but the undead. Now he did actually have a living dead in front of him. The linguist in him cringed. There had to be a better way to refer to them. She wasn't eating him or making any aggressive moves, and right then was where Daniel decided he'd watched one too many zombie films. He'd only seen two. That was already two too many.

"Being dead is generally the idea behind a corpse," Daniel said. He was proud that he came off as professional sounding and not puzzled or shaken. "I'm going to study it. "

He held out a gloved hand. "Daniel Jackson."